I first read The Velveteen Rabbit when my oldest son was a toddler. I loved the beauty of the words, as well as the illustrations.
Now, here I sit almost a quarter of a century later. I’ve had eye surgery due to a detached retina, my hair has lost some of its fullness, my muscles are a little weaker and my body, overall, is a little shabbier. On the plus side, my heart is a lot softer…a lot fuller.
Hard to believe that I used to think this story was about a stuffed animal.